"Aunt Wen, I'm leaving now."
After finishing most of her Spicy Hot Pot, Lu Qingyi told Wen Wanyu and headed out without lingering.
Lu Mohai watched Lu Qingyi's retreating figure, picked up the strand of hair on the table, and sank deep into thought.
It seemed that Lu Qingyi didn't care to know who her father was.
If he was really Lu Qingyi's father, what could he do?
"Qingyi has this temperament, she never experienced having a father, so she doesn't hold any expectations for one."
Wen Wanyu said with a pained expression.
Lu Qingyi was resilient, she had never experienced parental love growing up, she didn't hold hopes for such things, fearing that hope would eventually turn into disappointment.
"Keep the hair safe."
Wen Wanyu let out a light sigh and said.
"Could you tell me about her childhood? Even if Qingyi isn't my daughter, she is still Qingyang's daughter, and I could consider her as my own."
Lu Mohai asked, his heart filled with anticipation, desiring to know more.
